"Snow at the Root of the Wall"
?Shen Haobo
The snow on the road has long melted
It has turned into water and seeped into the ground
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The cracks on the ground have widened
The snow at the base of the wall is no longer snow
It is the cancer of the snow
It is holding on with difficulty At the base of the wall, it will
continue to dim until it disappears
Walking along the base of the wall
You will find these after every few steps
< p>Thrilling detailsThey even look fresh
But when were they formed?
Oh, at night
There are so many people rushing to the wall
They unbutton their pants, or
Digging their fingers into their deep throats
They are excreting and vomiting, deepening the dirtiness of the snow
This is just what I think is Shen Haobo's best poem.